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TheDecker
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jul 15, 2015
I'm looking for partners to engage in a smut-focused role-play centered around Warwick from League of Legends. This will be a 75/25 smut-to-plot ratio, focusing heavily on intimate encounters and romantic entanglements. I'm open to multiple scenarios with different canon League of Legends girls or forming a harem of various characters.
Canon:
Playing with canon girls is super important for this RP to me, because it makes everything so much more fun and exciting! We can use all those amazing characters we know and love from League of Legends, which adds this awesome layer of familiarity and depth. Plus, it gives us a ton of creative freedom to play with their traits and relationships. It's just way more immersive and thrilling that way, you know? I am open to you having an OC in play, but it is important to me to have him conquer canon girls.
What I expect from my partner:
When it comes to role-play, I'm all about style and substance. I want scenes that are vivid, sensual, and immersive—scenes that make you feel like you're right there in the middle of the action. Length is great, but it's the quality of the writing that really gets me going. I love it when every word counts, when the descriptions are so rich and detailed that they paint a picture in your mind's eye. Length doesnt matter but again, style and substance does. Don't give me a few sentences, but I dont need a novel.
I'm a huge fan of auralism and how it can enhance a scene. The sound of Warwick's heavy breathing, the slap of skin against skin, the rustle of fabric as it's torn away—these are the details that make a scene come alive. I want to hear the wet sounds of passion, the gasps and moans that fill the air. It's like music to my ears, and it amps up the intensity of the scene.
And let's not forget about scent. The way a character smells can be just as powerful as what they look like or sound like. The musk of sweat, the heady mix of pheromones, the earthy scent of the jungle—these sensory details add layers of depth and realism to our play. I want to smell the heat of the moment, the raw, primal scent of Warwick and his partners as they lose themselves in each other.
Let's create something hot, something sexy, something that leaves us both breathless and wanting more.
List of Kinks:
Canon:
Playing with canon girls is super important for this RP to me, because it makes everything so much more fun and exciting! We can use all those amazing characters we know and love from League of Legends, which adds this awesome layer of familiarity and depth. Plus, it gives us a ton of creative freedom to play with their traits and relationships. It's just way more immersive and thrilling that way, you know? I am open to you having an OC in play, but it is important to me to have him conquer canon girls.
What I expect from my partner:
When it comes to role-play, I'm all about style and substance. I want scenes that are vivid, sensual, and immersive—scenes that make you feel like you're right there in the middle of the action. Length is great, but it's the quality of the writing that really gets me going. I love it when every word counts, when the descriptions are so rich and detailed that they paint a picture in your mind's eye. Length doesnt matter but again, style and substance does. Don't give me a few sentences, but I dont need a novel.
I'm a huge fan of auralism and how it can enhance a scene. The sound of Warwick's heavy breathing, the slap of skin against skin, the rustle of fabric as it's torn away—these are the details that make a scene come alive. I want to hear the wet sounds of passion, the gasps and moans that fill the air. It's like music to my ears, and it amps up the intensity of the scene.
And let's not forget about scent. The way a character smells can be just as powerful as what they look like or sound like. The musk of sweat, the heady mix of pheromones, the earthy scent of the jungle—these sensory details add layers of depth and realism to our play. I want to smell the heat of the moment, the raw, primal scent of Warwick and his partners as they lose themselves in each other.
Let's create something hot, something sexy, something that leaves us both breathless and wanting more.
List of Kinks:
- Primal Breeding: Let's dive into Warwick's animal side and explore that raw, primal urge to get down and dirty. It's all about that wild, instinctive energy.
- Pregnancy: Oh, the thought of Warwick's primal urges leading to pregnancy is just... intense. It adds this whole new layer of intimacy and complexity to our scenes.
- Knotting: Warwick's got that beastly side, and knotting is just part of the package. It's a fantasy that takes our encounters to a whole new level of intimacy.
- Rough Sex: Let's get a little wild and passionate, where things can get rough and tumble. It's all about that physicality and dominance.
- Scratching and Biting: Adding a little wildness with some scratching and biting can make things so much more intense and sensory.
- Non-Con and Dub-Con: Exploring those power dynamics and tension with some non-con and dub-con scenarios can really spice things up.
- Cucking: Imagine Warwick stealing another character's partner, like a steamy scene with Ashe while Tryndamere watches helplessly. It's just so thrilling and adds that extra edge of excitement and humiliation.
- Public Sex: Nothing gets the adrenaline pumping like the risk of being caught. Whether it's a quickie in the jungle or a passionate encounter on the battlefield, the thrill of public sex is unbeatable.
- Bondage: Tying up those canon girls and having them at Warwick's mercy can add a whole new level of excitement. It's all about control and surrender.
- Impact Play: A little spanking or flogging can really heighten the senses and add a layer of intensity to our scenes.
- Power shifts: Exploring different roles and power dynamics, like a dominant Warwick taking charge or a submissive Warwick yielding to his partner's whims.
- Voyeurism and Exhibitionism: The thrill of watching or being watched can add a whole new dimension to our encounters. Maybe Warwick catches a glimpse of something he shouldn't, or maybe he puts on a show for an unwitting audience.
- Age Play: Exploring scenarios where Warwick takes on a more dominant, paternal role, or where his partner plays up a more innocent, youthful side.
Roxy's eyes blazed with primal satisfaction as she felt Abril's inner walls clench and ripple around her massive shaft, the sensation driving her to pound even harder into her lover's willing body. The blonde bouncer's heavy balls, swollen with the enhancement modifications she'd gotten specifically for moments like this, slapped wetly against Abril's clit with each brutal thrust. [Look at her taking every inch like the perfect little breeding slut she is.] "That's right, baby girl," Roxy growled through gritted teeth, her voice thick with lust as the flogger came down again with a sharp *CRACK*. "Scream for Mommy while I fill that tight little cunt with my cock. You feel how deep I am? How I'm kissing your cervix with every thrust?"
The Mox bouncer's grip tightened on Abril's hips as she jackhammered into her, the wet *SLAP SLAP SLAP* of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the small room. Roxy's enhanced testicles churned with an inhuman amount of seed, the bioware modifications she'd paid top eddies for ensuring she could pump load after load into her lover's hungry womb. "I had my balls upgraded just for you, kitten," she panted, sweat dripping down her tanned skin as she maintained her relentless pace. "Tripled my output so I can breed my little painslut properly. Gonna fill your womb so full of my cum it'll be leaking out of you for days." The flogger whistled through the air again, leaving another angry red welt across Abril's already marked ass cheeks.
[She's so fucking perfect like this - completely broken and begging for more.] Roxy could feel her own climax building as Abril's cervix provided the perfect resistance against her cockhead with each savage thrust, the tight ring of muscle massaging her sensitive glans. "You want Mommy's babies, don't you slut?" she snarled, her hips pistoning with mechanical precision as her heavy balls drew up tight against her body. "Want me to pump you so full of cum your belly swells with my seed? Because that's what's going to happen, kitten. I'm going to breed you like the good little cumslut you are." The table creaked ominously under the force of their coupling, but Roxy didn't care - all that mattered was claiming every inch of Abril's tight Fucking cunt.
Roxy's enhanced cock throbbed as she felt Abril's cervix flutter against her swollen head, the bioware modifications in her testicles working overtime to produce the massive load building in her balls. The blonde bouncer's grip on the flogger tightened as she brought it down with another vicious *CRACK*, watching the red welts bloom across Abril's pale ass cheeks like a twisted work of art. "Fuck yes, take it all you needy little breeding bitch," she snarled, her voice dripping with dominance as her hips snapped forward with renewed fury. The wet *SQUELCH* of her massive shaft plunging in and out of Abril's soaked channel filled the air, mixing with the sharp reports of leather on flesh and Abril's desperate moans.
[She's milking my cock like she was born for it - my perfect little cumslut.] Roxy could feel her enhanced balls churning with an inhuman amount of seed, the expensive bioware ensuring she could flood Abril's womb with enough cum to guarantee conception. Her free hand snaked around to roughly palm one of Abril's bouncing breasts, fingers pinching and twisting the hardened nipple as she continued her relentless assault on the Solo's cervix. "These tits are going to be so fucking swollen when you're carrying my babies," she growled, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust that made the wooden table screech against the floor. Her cock sputtering as she unloaded deep inside her, thick hot sperm flooding her womb, spilling back out from where they were connected. "Fuuuuuuuughkkhg!!! T-take it. Take it all... Fuck! Get bred kitten."
2:
He grinned, soaking up the ragged edge in her voice, the wildness under that neat managerial haircut. She wanted him to take charge? No problem. He grabbed her hips, big hands spanning the narrow dip between her ribs and her ass, and yanked her onto his lap so her knees dug into the greasy vinyl seat. She was hot and ready, eyes gone cloudy, lips slick. He loved that look on her, the way her whole corpo composure just atomized under his fingers.
He pushed her panties even further aside, knuckles rough against the wetness. "That's what I thought," he muttered, voice dropping low. His cock ached, so hard it hurt, but he took his time—he got off on working her up, making her squirm. He thumbed her clit, slow circles, and felt her tremble. "Good girl," he said, smug, and nudged her forward so her modest chest pressed against his chest.
Ji-hye took his time, even though his brain was short-circuiting with need, even though the hot vise of her thighs was right there, offering, wanting. He wanted to savor how wide she spread for him, the slick heat of her wetness just an inch from the tip of his cock. He wanted to make sure every moment burned into her memory as much as it was going to brand his.
He held her by the throat, not choking, just a reminder of who ran the show, and squeezed a little as he angled his hips to push up, just the head at first, feeling her flutter and clench around him. "Good fucking girl," he rasped, breath steaming, and watched her face as he gave her just a little, then pulled out, then pushed a little further, teasing her, keeping her hungry. Until he thrusted up, his free hand pulling her down by the hip, so he can fill her up nice and full. His tip tapping against her cervix as he held her there, savoring it further. "Make that face for me, it's so cute when you make it... When I hit you so deep."
The Mox bouncer's grip tightened on Abril's hips as she jackhammered into her, the wet *SLAP SLAP SLAP* of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the small room. Roxy's enhanced testicles churned with an inhuman amount of seed, the bioware modifications she'd paid top eddies for ensuring she could pump load after load into her lover's hungry womb. "I had my balls upgraded just for you, kitten," she panted, sweat dripping down her tanned skin as she maintained her relentless pace. "Tripled my output so I can breed my little painslut properly. Gonna fill your womb so full of my cum it'll be leaking out of you for days." The flogger whistled through the air again, leaving another angry red welt across Abril's already marked ass cheeks.
[She's so fucking perfect like this - completely broken and begging for more.] Roxy could feel her own climax building as Abril's cervix provided the perfect resistance against her cockhead with each savage thrust, the tight ring of muscle massaging her sensitive glans. "You want Mommy's babies, don't you slut?" she snarled, her hips pistoning with mechanical precision as her heavy balls drew up tight against her body. "Want me to pump you so full of cum your belly swells with my seed? Because that's what's going to happen, kitten. I'm going to breed you like the good little cumslut you are." The table creaked ominously under the force of their coupling, but Roxy didn't care - all that mattered was claiming every inch of Abril's tight Fucking cunt.
Roxy's enhanced cock throbbed as she felt Abril's cervix flutter against her swollen head, the bioware modifications in her testicles working overtime to produce the massive load building in her balls. The blonde bouncer's grip on the flogger tightened as she brought it down with another vicious *CRACK*, watching the red welts bloom across Abril's pale ass cheeks like a twisted work of art. "Fuck yes, take it all you needy little breeding bitch," she snarled, her voice dripping with dominance as her hips snapped forward with renewed fury. The wet *SQUELCH* of her massive shaft plunging in and out of Abril's soaked channel filled the air, mixing with the sharp reports of leather on flesh and Abril's desperate moans.
[She's milking my cock like she was born for it - my perfect little cumslut.] Roxy could feel her enhanced balls churning with an inhuman amount of seed, the expensive bioware ensuring she could flood Abril's womb with enough cum to guarantee conception. Her free hand snaked around to roughly palm one of Abril's bouncing breasts, fingers pinching and twisting the hardened nipple as she continued her relentless assault on the Solo's cervix. "These tits are going to be so fucking swollen when you're carrying my babies," she growled, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust that made the wooden table screech against the floor. Her cock sputtering as she unloaded deep inside her, thick hot sperm flooding her womb, spilling back out from where they were connected. "Fuuuuuuuughkkhg!!! T-take it. Take it all... Fuck! Get bred kitten."
2:
He grinned, soaking up the ragged edge in her voice, the wildness under that neat managerial haircut. She wanted him to take charge? No problem. He grabbed her hips, big hands spanning the narrow dip between her ribs and her ass, and yanked her onto his lap so her knees dug into the greasy vinyl seat. She was hot and ready, eyes gone cloudy, lips slick. He loved that look on her, the way her whole corpo composure just atomized under his fingers.
He pushed her panties even further aside, knuckles rough against the wetness. "That's what I thought," he muttered, voice dropping low. His cock ached, so hard it hurt, but he took his time—he got off on working her up, making her squirm. He thumbed her clit, slow circles, and felt her tremble. "Good girl," he said, smug, and nudged her forward so her modest chest pressed against his chest.
Ji-hye took his time, even though his brain was short-circuiting with need, even though the hot vise of her thighs was right there, offering, wanting. He wanted to savor how wide she spread for him, the slick heat of her wetness just an inch from the tip of his cock. He wanted to make sure every moment burned into her memory as much as it was going to brand his.
He held her by the throat, not choking, just a reminder of who ran the show, and squeezed a little as he angled his hips to push up, just the head at first, feeling her flutter and clench around him. "Good fucking girl," he rasped, breath steaming, and watched her face as he gave her just a little, then pulled out, then pushed a little further, teasing her, keeping her hungry. Until he thrusted up, his free hand pulling her down by the hip, so he can fill her up nice and full. His tip tapping against her cervix as he held her there, savoring it further. "Make that face for me, it's so cute when you make it... When I hit you so deep."
Outside in an alley, Haywood was bustling with people. Some hot to trot, some not so much and just passing through. In a nearby alley, a freak with white face paint and a nose painted red heel kicks the ignition on their cheap motorbike, more scooter then bike, his radio tuning in to the greeting most wake up to, after late nights punctuated by black out successful drinking. **"GOOD MOOORNING NIGHT CITAAAY!"** The news caster begins going through his usual hustle, as the Bozo drives off into the busy streets. **"Obituaries are in, and it's not looking good in Pacificaaa, but... That's just Pacifica... What can I say baby? You swim with sharks, you get bit. Or you overdose in a garbage skip behind a broken megachurch. Same diff."**
The Bozo laughed, swerving wildly into morning traffic with no regard for lane dividers or human life. A delivery drone screeched overhead, narrowly missing him as Howlin' Marty continued his verbal assault on the senses.
**"Top of the headlines: NCPD's throwing around the term 'gang war' again like it means somethin'. Sixth Street's blaming Valentinos for a missing convoy, Valentinos say Sixth Street's got the brains of a wet sock. You know how it goes—nobody talks, everybody bleeds."**
A pause. Then static. Then the thump of a retro EDM beat under Marty's voice.
**"Weather report? Hot. Unbearably hot. Bring water or bring chrome lungs. Heat index says 'melting point,' but the corpos at PetroChem say 'profitable.' Same thing, right? And now, traffic with SmashCut—Smash, what's it look like out there?"**
The voice that answered sounded like someone gargling gravel through a rebreather.
**"Hell. Just hell. Saka's running a checkpoint on 7th, there's a flaming junker on Jig Jig street, and someone's letting off fireworks—or bullets—near Glen Park. Either way, stay off the roads unless you're armed, dumb, or late for work. So nothing new choombatahs!"**
Howlin' Marty cackled.
**"That's all three for me, choomba. Stay lethal, stay wired, and don't drink anything from a vending machine with exposed wires. Now, back to the best classic rock this side of the 4th Corporate War. And what better to choose then SAMURAI! Rest in pieces MR.Silverhand!, now Smashcut, CRANK. THAT. SHEEEIT!"**
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Igq3d6XA75Y
Camera cut's- And you are all in a very particular bathhouse, ran by the girl friend of a local fixer you all know, or are at least aware of.
Steam curls softly through the wide, cedar-lined corridor of the unisex bathhouse paths, muffling the world beyond and carrying with it the scent of hinoki wood and mineral-rich water. The floor, polished smooth from years of bare feet, glistens faintly beneath low lanterns that cast a golden glow through latticed shoji screens. The paper walls diffuse light like morning mist, throwing shadows of swaying synthetic bamboo outside into slow, dreamlike motion.
Along one side of the path, wooden shelves hold neatly folded cotton yukata and woven baskets filled with toiletries—bamboo combs, glass jars of fragrant oils, and simple linen towels, each rolled with quiet precision. The gentle drip of water echoes from unseen stone channels, a rhythmic reminder of the springs that feed the baths beyond. Occasionally, a gust of warm air slips through the space between screen and floor, carrying with it the distant sound of flowing water and the low, resonant splash of someone slipping into a distant pool.
Hanging scrolls with faded ink paintings of mountains and cranes decorate the inner walls—worn but dignified, like memories kept alive out of reverence rather than pride. The path forks near a moss-lined stone basin, water continuously bubbling from a spout carved to resemble a Fox's head and on the other end a Dragons. A single white towel hangs on a peg nearby, forgotten or left as a marker.
There is no rush here—only the quiet hush of breath, wood, and water. You are all to meet in this communal, unisex bath within the establishment, with the certainty of booked privacy for a special gig. A girl with pink hair, blushing, shy in her bikini she wore for modesty, waited to meet with the fixer Glimmer Girl, and those she rounded up to help with the pop stars particular issue.
The Bozo laughed, swerving wildly into morning traffic with no regard for lane dividers or human life. A delivery drone screeched overhead, narrowly missing him as Howlin' Marty continued his verbal assault on the senses.
**"Top of the headlines: NCPD's throwing around the term 'gang war' again like it means somethin'. Sixth Street's blaming Valentinos for a missing convoy, Valentinos say Sixth Street's got the brains of a wet sock. You know how it goes—nobody talks, everybody bleeds."**
A pause. Then static. Then the thump of a retro EDM beat under Marty's voice.
**"Weather report? Hot. Unbearably hot. Bring water or bring chrome lungs. Heat index says 'melting point,' but the corpos at PetroChem say 'profitable.' Same thing, right? And now, traffic with SmashCut—Smash, what's it look like out there?"**
The voice that answered sounded like someone gargling gravel through a rebreather.
**"Hell. Just hell. Saka's running a checkpoint on 7th, there's a flaming junker on Jig Jig street, and someone's letting off fireworks—or bullets—near Glen Park. Either way, stay off the roads unless you're armed, dumb, or late for work. So nothing new choombatahs!"**
Howlin' Marty cackled.
**"That's all three for me, choomba. Stay lethal, stay wired, and don't drink anything from a vending machine with exposed wires. Now, back to the best classic rock this side of the 4th Corporate War. And what better to choose then SAMURAI! Rest in pieces MR.Silverhand!, now Smashcut, CRANK. THAT. SHEEEIT!"**
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Igq3d6XA75Y
Camera cut's- And you are all in a very particular bathhouse, ran by the girl friend of a local fixer you all know, or are at least aware of.
Steam curls softly through the wide, cedar-lined corridor of the unisex bathhouse paths, muffling the world beyond and carrying with it the scent of hinoki wood and mineral-rich water. The floor, polished smooth from years of bare feet, glistens faintly beneath low lanterns that cast a golden glow through latticed shoji screens. The paper walls diffuse light like morning mist, throwing shadows of swaying synthetic bamboo outside into slow, dreamlike motion.
Along one side of the path, wooden shelves hold neatly folded cotton yukata and woven baskets filled with toiletries—bamboo combs, glass jars of fragrant oils, and simple linen towels, each rolled with quiet precision. The gentle drip of water echoes from unseen stone channels, a rhythmic reminder of the springs that feed the baths beyond. Occasionally, a gust of warm air slips through the space between screen and floor, carrying with it the distant sound of flowing water and the low, resonant splash of someone slipping into a distant pool.
Hanging scrolls with faded ink paintings of mountains and cranes decorate the inner walls—worn but dignified, like memories kept alive out of reverence rather than pride. The path forks near a moss-lined stone basin, water continuously bubbling from a spout carved to resemble a Fox's head and on the other end a Dragons. A single white towel hangs on a peg nearby, forgotten or left as a marker.
There is no rush here—only the quiet hush of breath, wood, and water. You are all to meet in this communal, unisex bath within the establishment, with the certainty of booked privacy for a special gig. A girl with pink hair, blushing, shy in her bikini she wore for modesty, waited to meet with the fixer Glimmer Girl, and those she rounded up to help with the pop stars particular issue.